39. You’re Mine
CHAPTER 39
YOU’RE MINE
I sabella
Raffaele’s eyes sear into mine as he hovers over me, the crown of his enormous cock nudging at my entrance. He drops gentle kisses along my jaw and slowly moves up my ear. With each brush of his lips, the pressure builds between my legs. He’s trying to distract me, attempting to slip inside me. But despite how wet I am, he’s huge and the initial penetration is going to hurt. I try to look at it clinically, logically. But in the end, it’s still my vagina about to be split open by that monstrous cock.
“Isa?” His eyes find mine once more, the torrent of emotions streaking through those bottomless irises startling. “Are you ready?”
My head bounces up and down enthusiastically, but he must read the fear in my eyes because he pulls back, bracing his arms on either side of my head.
“Don’t lie to me, principessa .”
“I’m not.” I worry my bottom lip between my teeth.
“There is no rush. We don’t have to do this tonight…”
I wrap my hands around his perfect ass and drive him closer, so his head once again sits firmly poised at my center. “I want to… I want you .”
“I’m not going anywhere, you know that, right?”
My head dips, but my heart soars. And as much as I feel the truth in his words, what if we realize what a bad idea this is? The fact that he agreed to the whole thing is a miracle, and I’m terrified he’ll take it back.
And despite feeling a little guilty about abandoning Serena, I lace my arms around his neck and curl my legs around his back, baring myself to him. “I’m ready.”
“Okay.” The corners of his eyes crinkle, a wary expression flitting over the typically determined set of his jaw. “I’ll go slowly, and if it hurts just say the word, and I’ll stop.”
Right.
He presses a kiss to my forehead then blows out a breath, wild eyes chasing to mine. “Just so that we’re clear, I’ve never done this gently before. So I’ll need you to guide me.”
I nod as a tremor of fear surges up my spine. I’m not surprised, Raf doesn’t seem like a guy who ever made love to a woman. He’s probably as ruthless in bed as he is in real life.
“Just keep your eyes on me, principessa .” His deep timbre soothes the building turmoil and once he captures me in that gaze, the remaining panic starts to recede. He kisses me softly at first, then his mouth becomes more demanding much like the second surge of fire kindling in my core.
I’m still buzzing from the first orgasm, but the thought of his cock inside me has those embers igniting all over again. His hand moves down my body, caressing my breasts, running down my abs and leaving a blaze in its wake. Then he angles himself at my entrance, and my entire body tenses again.
“Isabella,” he whispers, the desire lacing his tone loosening my muscles a tiny bit. “You have to relax, or it’ll never work.”
“Okay, I can do this.” I draw in a deep breath as he runs his head through my wet folds, and I focus on each little nerve-ending alight in pleasure.
“Don’t overanalyze this, just feel,” he murmurs against my mouth as he licks my tongue, then nibbles on my bottom lip. “Feel my cock against your soaked pussy, feel how ready you are for me and how hard I am for you. Think about how much I want you, how long I’ve craved to claim you as mine. How every single touch since the first day I met you has been complete and utter torture.”
“Do it,” I whisper.
His eyes widen, hooded lids snapping open.
“I want you to be the first man I feel inside me.”
A surge of desire floods his expression, and I feel his ass clench beneath my palms as he thrusts. I gasp, all the air catching in my throat as his crown drives inside me.
“Are you okay?” Fear carves into his handsome face as he regards me, completely and utterly frozen.
My head dips. “More.”
Raf glances down between us, and I follow his line of sight. The majority of his cock still stands between us. He can’t be more than an inch or two in. “I’m going to ease in a little. But fuck, is this hard, because you feel so damned good.”
A stupid grin crawls across my lips because despite the false bravado, I’m nervous. Only Dio knows how many women Raf has been with, and I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m just laying here, that’s what I’m doing.
A sharp sting shoots up my pussy, and there it is, medically speaking. There goes my virginity, and he’s not even fully seated inside me.
“You’re doing really well, Isabella,” Raf purrs as he pushes further inside me inch by inch. “That’s my good girl.”
I lift my hips, trying to meet his slow thrusts. As the sting dissipates, the sparks of desire begin to reignite. And I want more of him.
“Mmm, you feel so good. Your pussy is just perfect, so tight, so ready for my cock.”
He drives deeper, and I can feel myself stretching around his width. It goes on and on for an endless minute until I’m so full of cock I’m certain I feel him at the base of my spine.
“Almost there, principessa . I’m so proud of you.”
For some reason I can’t explain, I’m basking in the spotlight of his praises. And it feels like a challenge, to take that giant dick all the way.
“Almost there, just another inch or two.” He eases the rest of the way in, and a groan purses his lips. “Good girl, I knew you could take my cock. How does it feel?”
“Good,” I murmur.
“You feel like heaven… like the glorious afterlife. I must have done something right in this lifetime to deserve you.” He sweeps his lips across mine. “I could stay like this forever.”
Again, I’m smiling like an idiot and the good news is that the sharp sting has dulled. More than that, I’m ready for more. My hips want to move, want to feel his thick length gliding in and out of me, like I’ve imagined it hundreds of times.
As if he’s read my mind, his finger slides between us and finds the pulsing nub at my center. With his finger on my clit, he starts to circle and my hips rock against him. It drives him impossibly deeper inside me, but instead of pain, I only feel the fiery sensations blossoming again.
“I’ll go slow, but it’s going to be hard because you feel so damned incredible. Just shove me off if I start to lose control.” The feral look in his eye has me wanting him to lose control. So bad.
He thrusts, and his head hits something, buried in the far recesses of my pussy. It feels amazing.
“Again,” I murmur, rocking my hips up to meet his.
“You sure?”
“Yes,” I rasp out.
As his finger continues its shattering circles, his hips pick up the pace. In and out. In and in and in. Fuck, that feels good. I hitch my heels around his ass, driving him deeper, so deep that thick head kisses my spine.
“Oh, Raf,” I groan, my head falling back as he hits that mythical spot once more.
“How does it feel now, principessa ?” A savage grin curls his lips as he starts to move faster.
“Incredible,” I purr. Why the hell had I waited so long to give into this? But also, I’m so glad I waited for him , for this moment.
I may not be in love with—wait… no, it can’t be. My heart skitters on a beat. It’s the rush of emotions, of hormones and adrenaline. It’s not that . It can’t be.
He makes me laugh like no one else while driving me crazy like no other. Just because I think about him constantly, I want to be near him at all times, and I’ve never felt safer around anyone else, it doesn’t mean…
His eyes lance into mine, enormous pupils nearly eclipsing his midnight irises. “Are you ready to come for me again?”
“So ready,” I pant, driving the spiraling thoughts to the far corners of my mind to deal with later.
He stills inside me, both his finger and cock freezing, and I barely restrain the frustrated whine from slipping out. “You’re mine, do you understand, principessa ? Now that I’ve had this pussy, claimed it as mine, no one else can have you. Capisci ?”
I nod because at that moment as he holds my orgasm hostage, I would agree to anything. I don’t consider the consequences of my promise because I can barely think at all with that delicious heat racing through my veins.
“I want you to say it, Isabella.”
“My pussy is yours,” I pant.
“You are mine.” A pair of tormented, slightly unhinged eyes stare down at me from beneath a tumble of dark hair.
“I am yours,” I echo. I want it to be a lie. I tell myself it’s just for the orgasm, but a part of me believes every traitorous word.
And just like that, I plummet over the edge of sanity as he thrusts into me one last time. Blazing pleasure rips at my spine then tears through my veins, rushing through every inch of me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, the depth of raging emotions, the intense ecstasy. I’m barely aware as Raf’s cock jerks inside me, and my name parts his lips. Warmth spills down my leg as he fills me up with his cum, and I only squeeze him tighter, trying to wring out every last ounce of pleasure.
“ Cazzo , Isa,” he pants as he drops down on top of me, both of us glistening with sweat. His forehead dips to mine, and a heart-wrenching grin splits his lips. “That was not what I expected…”
Me neither. It was a thousand times better than I’d ever imagined.
And that is terrifying…